[OOC: The only people who can read Ansley's journal are Light, Lita, and Sophie.]
I kind of miss home, sometimes.
I miss my things more than anything. Especially my guitar.
Well, it's not like I'm obsessed with it or anything, but I made it when I was younger in my Dad's shop. I played it a lot, all the time actually, but one day when my Dad was upset with me, he cut the strings the strings broke one day. I never got them replaced. I don't think I've played since I was 13 or something. I was pretty good.
I'm probably horrible by now. I don't know many songs.
This is such a random entry, I'm realizing this now as I re-read it. I guess it doesn't really matter though, right? As long as I'm writing something.
That's about it.
[OOC: HIS PB IS TEDDY GEIGER AND I HAD TO HAVE THE STRING CONCEPT IN SOMEWHERE, SO DEAL WITH ANSLEY RANDOMLY KNOWING HOW TO PLAY GUITAR, OKAY?! GOSH! GEESH! GOODNESS!]